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On the shady, mystic mountain

Through the narrow ivy paths

Where the legends still are spoken

We keep alive the ancient crafts

The gods revealed to initiates

While they dwell in silence

Nature speaks to propitiated

As we walk in darkness

Στ’ αψηλό βουβό βουνό

Κεί που πιάσανε τον Σειληνό

Theres a thorny way to the gardens

Belonging of the Phrygian King

With the fragrant thousand roses

And the Silenu’s pure spring

The King was jealous of his wisdom

And his descent of the gods

Wild borned and raised in freedom

A demon of the known worlds

Στ’ αψηλό βουβό βουνό

Κεί που πιάσανε τον Σειληνό

Never to be born or die fast

Wine as you drink

Fall dead as you dance

On a day foggy and cold

The trap was ready and set

They knew that the demon was lost

The bait was not even bread

Wine they poured into the spring

Thus Silenus came to drink

Under the stars he fell asleep

A Prey in the hands of the King

The next morning, they seyt him free

Politely the demon was treated

His secrets revealed to the King

A man should never be born